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The movie Bully tries to be gritty and realistic, but its one-sided storytelling and amateurish camera work are jarring. The stories are of the shock and awe variety and easily pull your heartstrings, but I'm not sure this is a point in the movie's favor. I admit to tearing up over the funeral of...

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She walks the forest
on silent hooves that
leave no trace,
her coat a weave
of moss and ferns
Her horns drape vines,
her path coated
with new-growth green
Darkness is cut through
by her pure presence
as she bounds ethereally
between fresh-green saplings
Untarnished, she lives b...

Having written four books, Dana Reinhardt is no stranger to the writing process. She currently lives and writes in San Francisco. I was lucky enough to interview her about her experiences. In her newest novel, The Things a Brother Knows, a teenage boy struggles to reawaken a relationship with his br...

Piano keys write out
the notes of my life,
a high-low,
tempo-changing mess of
sharps and
flats that never stops or
pauses long enough for
the winds to
get their breath and
start the mess up
over again.
In a major
(minor)
key that keeps
changing on me
without warning
...

The wind pushes my lips against my teeth, pulling my smile into an expression more grimace than pleasure. It stings at my eyes and the resulting tears fly up to mingle with the air. I’ve never felt so free and yet I’m trapped, the air below my body seeming more solid, in this moment, then the gr...

A sight like that
A headless cat
Is not so strange to see
But a bodiless smile
Is worth your while
For it will fill you with glee
I can speak in a riddle
And do not piddle
With meaningless bursts of prose
I prefer rather
To dither and dather
With things you can only suppose.
I provid...

Stately and serene
Don't describe this queen
Who's short and always in red
She struts around
Wearing a crown
Shouting “Off with their head!”
Her minions are cards
Not soldiers or bards
And they cater to her every desire
They do what she wants
Endure all her taunts
Though they ...

Oh hello there
Bring up a chair
For I have a riddle for you.
It’s rather nice
Goes well with rice
And is suited for one or two.
A riddle, yes
A riddle less
Of smarts than of surprise
A riddle that,
From ‘neath my hat
Will spell out your demise.
For should you be
Hung from a tr...

She taught him how to make them, one careful fold at a time. Even when he messed up and the wrinkled paper became useless, she patiently handed him another and walked him through the steps again.
One thousand cranes.
One thousand cranes and a wish for each, the same wish, and when the thousan...

Ash stayed poised, nothing moving except for the shallowest of motions around her chest as she breathed slowly and silently. None but the keenest of eyes would notice, and no one ever did. Even her eyes were motionless, fixed on the same spot as they had been for the last eight hours and fifty seven...

The little girl skipped along the rain-soaked path as lightning played tag above her head. Booted feet took pleasure in the numerous puddles as the rainbow umbrella she held warded off the worst of the rain. She hummed off-key; the tuneless song dissolving into delighted laughter each time thunder r...

The calm was omni-present; it wrapped the room in a too-warm blanket and slowly bled the life from still faces. I watched as eyes once bright with curiosity flickered, dimmed, and died. Twitching fingers stilled and fell silent on motionless laps. Breaths taken were slow and even, barely rippling gr...